Faucet – Earl Sweatshirt – letras

Chef sweaty braising your facultyFace getting gray from the ash, but I’m laughingThat’s the trace of me niggaFuck out my face while I’m thinkingAin’t step foot up in my momma place for a minuteMy days numberedI’m focused heavy on making the most of ’emI feel like I’m the only one pressin’ to grow upwardsIt’s still fuck you and whoever you showed up withJust trying to see an end and some steadier handsWho you callin’ your mansBet you thought he was solidWhen he really just sandWashing away with the waterI’m a land mammalStaying away from the altarShit changed in the augustIn the wake of that augustLast autumn the leaves fellAnd I raked in the profitDisobeying the doctorThe good guy prescribe, faith they never caught ’emChasing these rabbits, whole face in the faucetAnd I don’t know who house to call home latelyI hope my phone break, let it ringToe to toe with the foes, new and oldBasic hoes try to cage him like the poWhen I run, don’t chase meSolid, so the funds don’t phase meOn tour wildin’ by the truck stop racistsAs hard as finding me a, a common thread between usRaised different, my momma, she born readilyTo get shit poppin’ like the gun’s off safetySayin’ easy and doing harder when you get caught upRaised neck and neck with nak, so I’m a fluid brawlerRain checkin’ on ya product, never (I’m) ‘pressing papaOut the toaster, I gotta focus on my family problemsShrunk and widened up with the bumpsin my personal financeIt hurt cause I can’t keep a date or put personal time inA reverse of the times when my face didn’t surprise youBefore I did the shit that earned me my term on that islandCan’t put a smile on your face through your purseor your pocketShit in a pile, never change, I’m stupid for tryin’Still this nigga too busy wildin’And I don’t know who house to call home latelyI hope my phone break, let it ringToe to toe with the foes, new and oldBasic hoes try to cage him like the poWhen I run, don’t chase me